Reverend Mother, May I?

She didn’t make it a habit to fall in love

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“Sister Patricia, please fetch the Reverend Mother.” Sister Agatha, the Abbey secretary, reached for the ringing phone. “Go on. She has a visitor.” She dismissed her with a wave.

The novice nun left to do Sister Agatha’s bidding. She’d arrived at the convent two weeks ago and struggled to find her place amongst the women. At…




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H.C. Holmes

H.C. Holmes

Adventurous with my thinking, dangerous with my pen.

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